Sweet As Honey Novels & Stories

“I can get something else—” “Just bring me fruit. Apple slices. And honey. And if the honey isn’t warm, don’t bother coming back.” Sara nodded quickly. “Yes, your majesty.” She muttered in a cutting way. “What?” Karissa replied, but Sara shook her head. “It’s nothing.” “That’s what I thought too.” After preparing the apples and honey exactly the way Karissa asked, she brought it in. Karissa took one look, tasted it with the tip of her tongue, and nodded slightly.

The air is thick with the sweet aroma of honey and milk, a harmonious blend that stirs desire and longing. Each breath fills me with a craving beyond the scent alone. It's like honey and milk hold the key to unspoken desires, tempting me to indulge in their warmth and sweetness, igniting a stirring within me. The scent speaks a silent language, conveying a deep understanding and wrapping me in a comforting familiarity. It whispers of intimacy, leaving behind promises I can't quite recall fulfilling. "Look at that!" Hunter's voice echoes in my mind, catching me off guard. "Leave it," I scold him internally, trying to resist the urge to look.

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.

Ezekiel kissed my inner thighs softly, then looked up at me with a satisfied, hungry smile, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice rough. I could barely speak, still trying to catch my breath, my body buzzing with aftershocks. Ezekiel kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine, letting me taste myself on him. The flavor was musky, slightly sweet, and strangely erotic. When he pulled back, he pressed his thumb over my swollen lips, eyes dark with lust. “See how good you taste?” he asked, voice low and rough.

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

“Well, Sweetheart, it is just as well that this is our honeymoon night. Imagine yourself having ice cream without sugar.” A frown creased her brow as she thought about it and he just continued describing more doomy scenarios. “Imagine having wine that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Imagine having a cup of honey ladled with a heap of salt.” Zee didn’t like the scenarios he described as they painted a picture of something bittersweet. This didn’t bode well for her at all. Her eyes filled up rapidly again and looked up imploringly into his.

Tems walked past Jeannette without a word and went to make himself comfortable on the sofa, then he crossed his leg over the other as if he owned the place. “Jeanette, this is Honey, and she's on our side,” Tems began, introducing Honey to her. Honey sat on the couch beside Tems, she was chewing her gum with a mischievous smile on her face and her presence exuded an air of arrogance. “Why is she?” Jenatte's frown deepened, and she crossed her arms on her chest. “To help me out with my plans since you are incapable of doing that,” Tems smirked.

I was going crazy with my desire for her though I was enraged with what she did. "H-honey please. don't be mad. I'm sorry..." she uttered while trying hard not to cry. I didn't answer. My eyes went down her cleavage. I couldn't think straight now. Her tits which were rising and falling because of her ragged breathing felt so soft against my chest. "S-sorry. I'm really sorry honey," her voice was like a whisper which made me close my eyes for a moment. The way she called me honey was music to my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty features. Her dark brown eyes were misty but smoky.

I said, placing the honey tea in his hands. "Did you make this?" He asked after taking two sips of it. I nodded. It was something I used to make as a child whenever I got sick. The honey tea is a sweet mild drink that includes herbs, honey, and lemons. Alexander drank the whole bottle of it, and I hoped he liked it.

I pretended not to notice and asked, "Can I borrow your phone?" He nodded and handed it to me. I quickly tried calling Daniel again. As soon as he picked up, I hurriedly said, "Daniel, your whole family got stung by wasps. It's really serious! Transfer the money for the surgery to me now!" I thought he would ask how much, but after two seconds of silence, he cursed at me, "Linda, if you want money, you don't have to curse my family!" I was stunned, then quickly explained, "I'm not lying. They really were stung and are now in the ICU. We have to raise money immediately for the surgery."